Our Man in Europe/dae delacroix/ "Back in Palermo."
(dedicato: Antonio Segreto)
Pioggi arrivi, il Nipote SCAMPA: bella -bambini? When it RAINS the kids go hunting Escargot?When U die they KNOW to pick wild flowers for your grave?And Cavalieri Rustica, in all their finery, come and go? That Siciliano thing? That love?
Estate arrive; long Summers days; hot nights upon the beaches and shores? Sirocco kiss with its leaden veil? Pioggia arrive; pioggia arrivee:?
How can I sing my IL Siciliano Canzone; how can I make a Change? My heart is in Agrigento, my Love, in Syracusa, my Soul on Mount Etna! Cross-ways, CROSS-ROADS, all roads lead to Roma!?
Back in Palermo, Il Bambini (City Kids!) go hunting? The Bugs on the rocks; sell them, like LIRE, for peanuts, like that kiss from the Fisherman, that Eternity: and when he is no more: herald Life's divinity? It takes a Stranger....in a strange Land....to make that Land a Friend?...Meanwhile? Back in Palermo: the beat goes ON!....yet still, them damned noisy, raunchy Bambini will GO, without prompting, and pick wild flowers for my grave?
c2017/davedelacroix/Sciacca, Sicily...:)
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